My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 461 Congratulate His Father For Me

Genevieve saw a store selling lollipops and hastened toward it. "I would like a strawberry-flavored one, please."

"Here you go. That'll be ten."

Genevieve was about to open her purse when her hand suddenly froze. "I didn't bring any cash," she muttered, looking at the man. "Could you pay for me first, Mr. Faulkner?" "Do I look like someone who carries cash around?" Armand only had his phone in his hand.

"You could scan the code to make payment." Genevieve took the lollipop from the shop assistant. "It's troublesome for me to open my purse to get my phone. Thanks!" Armand fell silent for a while before unlocking his phone to scan the code.

Genevieve took the opportunity to lean over and saw that his wallpaper was a default option from the operating system. Despite herself, she felt a little disappointed. I'm not his wallpaper anymore.

She recalled Jack's words before she returned to the country. "Some people will never change, Genev. It's been four years. How are you so sure that he still loves you?" That's right. How can I be sure? Based on the fact that I gave birth to his two children? I can't even see through him.

An unspeakable disappointment welled up within her. The lollipop, which tasted sickeningly sweet, began to feel bland to Genevieve's palate.

Upon coming across a bin, she licked it twice and threw it away.

Armand was mystified by her behavior.

She was the one who wanted one and even forced me to pay for her. Why would she throw it away right after I paid for it?

Genevieve was inconsolable. She kept her head down and said nothing as the couple walked through the bustling crowd of the old street side by side.

There was a silver jewelry store on the right side of the old street. An event held that day had attracted a large group that crowded its entrance.

An employee stood by the door with a ten-inch tablet in his hands. "Come," he called to the crowd. "Only five per round! To win the game, only one piece must be left on the board within the designated time. We will be giving away a pair of rose rings made of pure silver to the winner!"

Many of the spectators paid up for a shot at the game.

However, they all found the designated time too short. The timer ran out while they were still figuring out how to expel the pieces on the board.

Genevieve leaped at the opportunity to participate in such an interesting game to distract herself from her downcast spirits.

Though she did better than the customers before her, six pieces remained on her board when the timer ended.

"The time is too short," Genevieve said. "It's not enough at all."

She suspected that the shop had rigged the game to earn the participation fee of five.

Five here and five there will earn them a tidy little sum by the end of the night.

The employee was momentarily stunned. "This game is downloaded from a shop, Miss," he explained hastily. "We don't set the rules. It was said that the creator of this game could eliminate all the pieces in thirteen seconds. His record remains undefeated to this day."

As he spoke, he swiped his tablet open to show the players' ranking list of the game to the crowd.

Genevieve was not satisfied. She paid for two more rounds but fared no better than her first.

"If only my son were here," she lamented. "He's the best at games like this."

Armand, who stood behind her, narrowed his eyes at her words.

Genevieve did not waste any more money. She only discovered that he had left when she searched for him in the crowd.

She hurriedly chased after Armand and found him wearing a scowl.

It was only when Genevieve recalled her words from before that she realized that she had brought up her son.

Could he be jealous?

"Why did you leave so quickly, Mr. Faulkner?" Genevieve caught up with him briskly with both hands clasped behind her back.

Armand was forced to slow down when she blocked his path. "Do you have an opinion regarding my pace as well?"

"Not at all. I was just curious." Genevieve giggled surreptitiously at his icy tone. "Have I told you that my son is very handsome, like his father?"

"I know now," Armand said stiffly. "Congratulate his father for me, will you?"

Genevieve kept her head bowed for fear of him seeing the smile on her face.

After recomposing herself, she was about to tell Armand something when he grabbed her arm and yanked her to his side with a forceful tug.

Chapter 460 Thanks But No Thanks

She walked past him and arrived at the room next to his.

Genevieve produced a card from her purse and waved it at the sensor before gazing at him as she pushed open the door.

"What, do you think I asked for one room?" she asked slyly. "I wouldn't want to even if you want!"

Stunned for several seconds, Armand gazed at the closed door next to his before bursting into laughter. But he quickly regained his composure shortly after. Armand took a bath upon entering his room.

When he was drying his hair, the doorbell rang.

Armand pulled open the door to replace Genevieve standing outside in casual attire of a green, short-sleeved top with jeans.

Her twinkling, dark eyes accentuated the beauty of her petite face. The corners of her eyes were arched slightly, giving her an austere appearance.

She stood before him, looking as she did four years ago.

Armand's gaze swept impassively over her. "Yes?" he asked shortly.

Genevieve admired his collarbones through the buttons of his shirt and his shapely wrists openly before answering, "The press conference is tomorrow. Wanna tour the city?"

"No, thanks. You go ahead."

"Oh, come on. What's the point of me going alone?" Genevieve stepped forward to prevent him from shutting the door. "I still feel bad for crashing your car and want to take the opportunity today to treat you to lunch as an apology."

"That won't be necessary. You can send the amount for the repairs to my secretary."

"I will pay for the repairs and for your meal," Genevieve said firmly. "Why do you reject all of my offers, Mr. Faulkner? Are you afraid of me?"

"Why would I be afraid of you?" Armand lowered his gaze to meet hers. "You are no match for me when it comes to height."

"Let's go, then. I'll take you out today, all right?" Genevieve held the door, her watery eyes sparkling. "Don't worry. I won't force my lips upon yours again."

Armand was rendered speechless.

As if worn down by Genevieve's unrelenting interference, he dried his hair half-heartedly before tossing the towel onto the back of the chair. After a quick change, he followed her out.

Genevieve had already obtained a travel itinerary of Lightspring through an app upon exiting the hotel.

Coincidentally, a subway station was located two minutes away from the right of the hotel.

She brought Armand to ride the subway and planned to spend their day in adherence to the itinerary.

Their first stop was a famous barbecue restaurant for lunch which required the customers to grill their meat, a task Genevieve completed with great ardor while consuming two plates of beef by herself.

As a result of her neglecting the flame's intensity, the beef slices often turned out overcooked.

Armand's brow twitched irritably. At last, he set his fork down and snatched the tongs from her hands. Scowling, he placed the meat on the grill and took charge of it.

With her hands free from the cooking utensils, Genevieve began eating.

She watched the meat on the grill and held her plate out when it looked almost done.

After adding some side ingredients, she wrapped the beef in lettuce and ate it whole. "This is delicious," Genevieve exclaimed, her eyes widening in wonder from the first bite. She summoned the waiter and ordered two more plates of said beef.

Then she wrapped another grilled slice of beef in lettuce and held it out to him.

Armand leaned backward instinctively. "You eat it."

"You have been working the grill this entire time. I don't feel good being the only one eating." Genevieve smiled sweetly. "Have a taste. Don't make me look like the lazy one."

Not for the first time that day, Armand was dumbstruck by her refrains.

"Don't worry. There are no surveillance cameras around. Are you afraid of being seen?" Genevieve pressed the lettuce against the side of his lips, her voice carrying a hint of threat this time. "Open up." After several more seconds of dumbstruck silence, Armand opened his mouth and ate the lettuce in her hand.

Genevieve continued to savor the meat grilled to perfection by the man. Whenever she could, she would wrap more little lettuce bundles and feed the both of them.

It was in this manner that they dined until half-past one in the afternoon. Then, they continued with the next item on the itinerary.

They went to the zoo from the famous lake of swans, then to the clock tower. As dusk fell, they strolled across to the old street behind the clock tower.

When night descended, the crowd walking on the old street increased to such an extent that they seemed to knock into the shoulders of the other patrons with every step they took.

On both sides of the old street were antique toys, jewelry, and snacks for sale. Some employees were shouting at the entrance of their stores.

The scene reminded Genevieve of how she and Armand had visited the night market in Springwyn many years ago.

It was crowded like this, too.